“Good-morning, Mr. Gilder,” said Puttler. “Mr. Alford has had to go to town.” “I want to see Miss Gwyn,” said Gilder, watching the man closely. If he had expected an experienced detective-sergeant to betray himself, he was to be disappointed. Puttler did no more than fix him with his melancholy eyes. “Want to see Miss Gwyn, do you? I’m afraid she’s not at home either.” “Then perhaps I could see Miss Wenner?” The sergeant scratched his chin. “She’s not very well,” he said; “in fact, she’s lying down, and the doctor says she’s not to be disturbed.” “Is there anything wrong with her?” “No, there’s nothing very much wrong with her. At the same time,” said Puttler juridically, “there’s nothing very much right with her! It has rather got on her nerves sleeping in this place, and I can’t very well blame her.” “Do you know where Miss Gwyn has gone?” Puttler shook his head. “No,” he said truthfully, “I can’t tell you that; she didn’t tell me.” “Perhaps you will answer this question,” said the exasperated man: “Has anything happened to her?” “So far as I know,” said the imperturbable officer, “nothing whatever has happened to her. Are you a friend of hers?” “I am her fiancé,” said Gilder, on the spur of the moment. Here he had the satisfaction of seeing that the sergeant was startled. “Oh, yes, of course, you’re the gentleman she isn’t going to marry.” It was said in all innocence, without any trace of impertinence, but Mr. Gilder went red and white. “You see, Mr. Gilder,” the sergeant went on, “I’ve heard quite a lot about--affairs in this neighbourhood; in fact, I’m an authority upon all the gossip and scandal for the past twenty years. And I’m very glad you came, because there are one or two questions I wanted to ask you. For example, I wanted to know how it came about that you placed your cottage at the disposal of an ex-convict. Thomas Luck--so called.” But here Gilder was ready with his answer. “I had no idea the man was an ex-convict,” he said. “He told me he had been discharged from the Manor, and as I wanted a caretaker, and he offered to come for a very small sum, I employed him. I was terribly surprised and shocked to hear of his death, but even more shocked to learn of his character.” Puttler was politely interested. But if he thought that he was going to get rid of Gilder so easily, it was because he did not know the man’s pertinacity. “I think I must see Miss Wenner before I go,” he said. “At any rate, I’d be glad if you’d send up my name----” Puttler shook his head.